I spent the weekend in Bastrop, TX with a friend whom I rodeoed with in college. She also makes very nice barrel horses, so we had fun watching each other and commenting and working on the problems we are having with our horses.
It reminded me how much I LOVE rural areas. Not just due to the fact that it’s rural Texas, which is extra fun, but the fact that there is NO rat race; people are just not in a hurry to run their lives away. Probably because they are too busy working for a living. It’s not like here in the city where where you have so many self-centered people that truly believe they are more important than anyone else. And they’re too busy focusing on them, that they can’t or won’t take time to focus on anyone else.
Rural Texas is beautiful, however. Gorgeous, old farmhouses that are surrounded by big, beautiful, Live Oaks with cattle grazing in the front of the house; practice pens at almost every other place, complete with a pasture full of nice looking horses- life does not get better than that. I was reminded this weekend that I’m not a city girl at all. I live in the city but I’d much rather live in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by livestock. I love my friends, and I am what you might call a social butterfly, but I could go a while without seeing someone, I’m pretty sure. So long as there are nice horses to ride, the internet and a bank account, I’d be a happy cowgirl.
I was also reminded this weekend, how much I miss hauling all over God’s Country with my horses. At one time I went to about 75 rodeos a year; I don’t know that I’ll go to that many again, but hitting 30-40 might be in the cards, very soon!